Third Person's POV
Leo gulped, his throat dry and scratchy as he sat stiffly on the sofa. His body felt like stone, every muscle tense under the weight of the three figures staring boreholes into him.
Beside him sat Sakura, her hands clutched tightly on her lap, already dressed in fresh clothes. Her head was lowered, her long hair falling forward, as if the very thought of meeting their eyes was unbearable.
Ever since they were caught, both had been dragged here, forced into the living room, where the family sat with faces twisted in indifference.
Just pure silence.
A kind that screamed judgment.
Especially from that black-haired man, whose sharp gaze stayed locked on Leo. It wasn't just a stare... it was an executioner's glare, one that made Leo feel as if he had already committed a crime too grave to ever be forgiven.
The woman beside the man let out a sharp, deliberate clearing of her throat.
The man finally spoke, his words cold, "How are you going to die?"
